I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

After Jing Siyu hung up the phone with Wan Zhan, she fell into deep thought for a moment.

According to the clues provided by Wan Zhan, he only knew the surname was Wen, but he didn't know who it was specifically.

He is fifteen or sixteen years old, and if nothing unexpected happens, he should be in junior high school.

"I just saw that the kids were weak and the fish was too fishy, ​​so I helped them. I didn't do anything else. It's none of my business."

A very righteous voice came into her ears, and Jing Siyu looked up as she walked back.

The village chief calmly found a red plastic bucket and threw the fish into it.

Next to them were three children who had just returned, squatting on the ground washing their hands.

Jing Siyu put down the microphone that she was about to put back on.

"Put the fish here..."

"village head."

The village chief, who was trying to comfort himself that he didn't need to pay compensation, was shocked all over. He looked up with a guilty conscience and first saw the apron, then Jing Siyu's smiling face.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and calmly washed his hands while saying, "I just happened to come over to take a look, and I'll be leaving right away."

Jing Siyu maintained her smile: "No, Village Chief, I have something to ask you. Is it convenient for us to go over there?"

Hearing this, the village chief glanced over coldly, looked at Jing Siyu's face, his eyes gradually darkened, and he refused directly.

"No, let's talk about it right here."

What would others think of him, a rough guy, being alone with a beautiful female star?

Jing Siyu was stunned. She was actually rejected by an uneducated old man.

She took a deep breath, worried that Gu Mo would notice, and managed to lower her voice: "Village Chief, it's just a word, it won't delay anything."

The village chief simply ignored her and even felt that Jing Siyu wanted to harm him!

Could it be that the program crew regretted giving him so much money and deliberately made trouble?

When the village chief thought of this possibility, he dared not stay any longer. He washed his hands quickly, wiped the water stains on his pants, and ran home without looking back.

Jing Siyu: “…”

Being humiliated in public, she tried very hard to maintain her expression.

Just then, I heard a chuckle.

Kyocera borrowed some dry tissues from Xiaolu and carefully dried Yan Yue's hands. He lowered his eyebrows and looked careless and lazy.

As if she sensed someone was watching her, she raised her head, her dark eyes were like a whirlpool that could lead people to lose their souls, and a perverse smile appeared on her lips.

Jing Siyu's pupils shrank slightly, and in the blink of an eye the girl had walked away.

No... Was she dazzled and saw it wrong just now?

The barrage of comments easily captured her thoughts, and at this moment she was swiping the screen like crazy.

[What's going on? This ungrateful person is actually mocking the heroine. Wasn't she mocking him just now?]

[The village chief is such a rough and tumble guy, he's really an uneducated bumpkin, he can't even seize the opportunity.]

[Our mammary glands are also mammary glands. If I had known this earlier, I would have watched the powerful heroine who attacked without hesitation.]

[Oh my god! This ungrateful person is not going to turn love into hate, is he mentally ill, a yandere? That look, that smile is too scary!]

Out of love comes hate...

Jing Siyu couldn't help but follow this line of thought, otherwise there was no other reasonable explanation.

I couldn't help sneering in my heart. Both father and daughter were not good people.

^

Not knowing what Jing Siyu and the barrage were thinking, Kyocera borrowed a bench and sat not far from Gu Mo.

As soon as Yan Yue came back, she went to find her mother first, but Yan Qiujin didn't let her get too close, so she moved a small stool and sat next to Kyocera.

Some are eating cookies, some are reading books, some are taking photos...

The picture is very harmonious.

Except for driver Fu who was standing behind the cameraman holding a lace parasol.

The atmosphere is very depressing.

Song Kaiyi took another photo full of fireworks, looked at it for a while, wiped the camera with satisfaction, and then looked back at his two sisters.

stunned.

He has been called a genius since he was young and has taught himself academically until his first year of high school.

Especially in medicine, he read a lot of relevant literature.

So although he didn't recognize the entire book that Kyocera was reading, he knew it was in Russian, and if he remembered correctly, he had seen this book in his father's study.

"Little Porcelain Sister, have you also learned Russian?"

Kyocera was originally reading a book seriously, occasionally unpacking biscuits for Yan Yue.

Hearing this, she raised her head and smiled sweetly, "A little bit."

Oh, that’s because you just started learning and don’t want to lose face.

Song Kaiyi's face remained expressionless, but his eyes softened. Without the voice change of a teenager, his voice was as clear as water: "For you."

Kyocera looked at the anti-myopia glasses he had just taken out and said politely: "No, thank you, Brother Xiaokai."

Song Kaiyi always wears this pair of glasses on her collar and protects them carefully. They must be of precious origin, so she cannot borrow them.

Song Kaiyi was a little surprised. Aren’t you afraid of damaging your eyes by reading in the sun?

But he didn't continue selling and just hung his glasses back on his collar.

Perhaps the world of geniuses is difficult for ordinary people to fit into, so he had a special feeling for Kyocera and took the initiative to talk to them.

He found that Kyocera was completely different from his peers in school.

She took the initiative to say: "I like medicine, but my father said that my mind is unstable, so he sent me to the entertainment industry because my uncle runs an entertainment company."

Kyocera closed the book and thought for a moment, "What's the name of your uncle's company?"

"Apocalypse Entertainment Company." Song Kaiyi did not hide anything, and all of this could be found on the Internet.

Tianqi and Fenghua seem to be in a hostile relationship.

Kyocera squinted her eyes against the sunlight, and Yan Yue beside her suddenly pulled her.

"what happened?"

Yan Yue remained silent, just pointing in one direction.

Kyocera and Song Kaiyi both looked in the direction she pointed.

Jing Xixi had just returned and she didn't know where she found the ingredients. Her originally white skirt was stained in several places and her face was covered in mud.

It looked like she had fallen in the mud. Jing Siyu was taking her to the sink and was saying something with her head down. It was too far to hear clearly.

"Bad guy, dirty."

Yan Yue clapped her hands, and biscuit crumbs fell on her legs. She let out a small "ah".

Because the stool was low, she had to bend her knees to sit, and the crumbs piled on her thighs.

Kyocera withdrew his gaze indifferently and brushed off the cookie crumbs for her.

"Be good." The other hand touched her head.

When Song Kaiyi saw the camera focused on him, his face returned to its usual indifference. He sat down with a stern face and looked at the photos in the camera memory.

Here, Yan Qiujin covered the scrambled eggs with tomatoes with a plate with a headache, and complained to Gu Mo with a gritted teeth and a smile.

"If I had known there was still fish, I wouldn't have cooked yet."

Black fish is suitable for slicing. Although it is convenient and quick to cook, the process is complicated. By the time other dishes are ready, they will probably be almost cold, and the taste will be compromised.

Gu Mo smiled and said, "It's okay. It's just a good opportunity for me to learn another dish."

"Okay, you go get the gloves and I'll kill the fish." The voice was helpless.

Yan Qiujin turned around and went to the pool to get the fish. When she approached, she frowned. She didn't see the bamboo basket used to cover the red plastic bucket.

She stared solemnly at the bottom of the bucket, where only tap water mixed with mud remained.

The fish is gone!